Her crying wouldn't let up so we slowed down somewhere along 6th street and sat against an old brick wall. Two minutes hadn't passed before we were joined by a bald vagrant. I tried my best to explain to her that everything would be okay...Eventually. Relating my situation from previous years, starting over...Moving on. But before I could finish the statement the bald man interrupted us. "You uhh...Got fifty cents?" "No" I responded as sternly as possible.

"How about..A light?""You got a bit of weed?"

"No."

"Cigarette?"

"No."

"What about a phone charger, got one of those?"

"FUCK NO."

Who is this guy and why does he think I'm a convenience store?

At this point her tears had been replaced by the fear of this creeper rampaging. It was a little easier coercing her into a vehicle, ensuring she would get home safe.

She eventually went home, and I was alone. Left to my own devices, I couldn't sleep. All I could keep thinking about, amidst the post-break-up-blues was the conversation with the homeless man.